Human To Understand

Thomas Kadavil Abraham
This Glorious Mess
Published in
5 min readDec 31, 2016

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Waking up in the morning, too early,
To be alone, to revel in solitude.
So many people, so many voices, so many thoughts in my life,
Other than my own, it’s been a while, I was alone, thinking about my wants, my needs…

Giving in always, to the whims of loved ones, keeping aside my priorities.
Dark and gloomy are my days,
Life, in a routine, in a rut, in a mess.
Thoughts about liberation, being free to do all that I want,
Doesn’t seem to go down well with those who talk about the illusion of a society.

Realizing a society through religion —

They talk about a society that does not accept one’s choices,
They talk of a society that judges one’s being,
They talk of a society that ridicules one’s free will,
They talk of a society, before they talk of themselves,

Without realizing, the society exists only because of them, the people.

They talk of empowering their lives, being a part of a big conglomeration of people, people just as themselves,

They talk of it like they had no value to add to it, rather only take away from it.

I’d just begun to differ,

My thoughts shape my actions, my actions decide my tribe, people I am with,
People of similar interests, similar take on life,
My tribe, my society,
People that empower me, in ways I am grateful for.

A backbone as we leap into the world, trying to achieve our goals, presenting our lives to the world,
Adding value, spreading cheer, helping others, living life, realizing life, our lives,
our potential to burn, lighting up, candles of many others,

We’ve set up a system to achieve all these things, a system that’s backfiring in many ways,
Ways, we never expected it to backfire,
Causing stress, anxiety, worry, a compulsion to fit in,
Set up with a pretense of guiding us all into a prosperous future.

Serving us water in a wine glass, importance being given to the glass rather than the purity of water,

Water, love, basis of our lives,
Focusing on developing a system to lead a life of love and cheer,
Than focusing on the self, one’s character, behavior, actions, shaping up our world,
Sticking to perceived beliefs, maybe right, maybe utterly wrong,

Labeling one’s society, giving tags,
Living a life, bound by society’s values rather than one’s own,
This is where the questions arise,

We are born, into a group, a society, a religion,
We imbibe values, practices, virtues,
We call it our own, until we realize, these attributes cannot be generalized,
We live in a democratic, secular world,
To benefit from one another, to share, to care, to understand, to give wings to thoughts of love; actions, maintaining peace —

Maintaining peace, being nice, to share constructive relations with fellow beings,
a common goal, of religions, of societies,

With zeal we pursue, to prove one another wrong,
To say, this is the way of the righteous, this is the way, we ought to live,
Now this way, that is not defined, this way that is different on different canvases,

This way is but an illusion, a trippy vision of people, institutions in power,
Nobody, nobody talks about the power from within, to freely live, to be content,
Not fully capturing the hypocritical and contradictory nature of the human mind,

The need for a system, to love, to share, to be content,

Institutionalizing the idea of being a nice human, being functional, adding value to people around,

As I’ve grown, I’ve come to realize, associating oneself with a society is but against basic human nature,
Human nature of socializing, of imbibing new practices, exposing the self to newer experiences, exploring life as it unfolds,
I belong now, not to one society but to a number of societies, having different values, principles and practices.

I cannot state, my personal beliefs, values and practices are in alignment exclusively with one society, it’s but a mixture of positives and negatives from all of them.

Our thoughts change with every passing moment, our beliefs, changing course,
Why then do we have religions, hypnotizing us with moral and behavioral constructs,
Preaching about our to dos, until we realize, a sudden epiphany, we are but a liberated lot.

From time immemorable, societies have been formed, societies have grown, societies have transformed on the face of the earth

The human race has evolved because of how we function as a society.

That said, each of these changes, transformations are brought about by social outcasts who are then looked upon by the society as great thinkers, innovators, visionaries,

Societies have been disrupted, creatively, setting all of us on a trajectory of evolution,

The outcasts, a flavor to the otherwise bland idea of belonging to a society,
Society, an amalgamation of thoughts and actions of people in perpetual sync, an ideal society.

An all inclusive, all accepting, generous, preaching the art of learning, society,

Is but a distant dream in my reality,

To be able to accommodate, to be able to reason out, to be able to understand, to be able to build,
We’re shooting for the stars, but are charred with hostility, are guilty of greediness.

We cover ourselves with a veil of religion and indulge in anger, deceit, shunning, judging and ridiculing fellow beings,
The system set up to love, to progress, is but a system that is built on selfish interests, hostility, narrow mindedness,
With static thoughts, adamant and averse to change,
Society, a delusion, never a reality,
I am a part of a universe with diverse beings, diverse in nature, beliefs and actions,
I am a part of not one, but many societies,

Exploring my life through various perspectives,
Focus, being on my internal locus of control,
To transform myself, my life, my world,
Experiencing people, lives, goodness, the world has to offer,

Choosing to be brave, choosing to go after dreams, fantasies, people, experiences,
Not limiting myself to the beliefs, values and morale of others,

I choose not to be an outcast, I do want to belong,

Belong to many societies, in effect creating a dynamic society of choice,

Seeking a balance between all my worlds, shaping up a bigger world,

A world, I do not have to fit into.

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